Signless's expression is not blank like Roland's is, but there is a certain fixed quality to his polite, patient expression. Perhaps if they make their decisions quickly they won't have to deal with too much overeager hovering. He doesn't hold it against her, not really, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it.

"Drinks sound excellent," he says decisively and she turns to him with a smile that looks just a little grateful. "I would prefer something lighter, personally, though I admit I'm not well-versed in wine."

"I'd recommend this one, then," she says, tapping on an expanding one of the images. The screen fills with information about it that he doesn't bother to read. "The White Fence Chardonnay. It's one of our most popular, pairs well with our entire menu, and is a very good introductory wine."

"That one, then, please."

She seems pleased in the same way a mother might be when their child takes their first wobbly steps. Look, the Victor is assimilating as we speak! He's becoming civilized right before our eyes! I'll go get the camera! But at least it gets her to leave for the moment.

"Now," he says, dropping the fake smile for a more genuine one. "You were saying?"